Our love was supposed to be the timeless kind,
where you held me through the nightmares
and I saved you from yourself.
~ Patience ~
Our love was supposed to be the timeless kind,
where you held me through the nightmares
and I saved you from yourself.
~ Patience ~
A touch of de ja vu for me.
One is very reflective on reading your prose.
Mirror, mirror on the wall . . .
Now that is a question that leads to expotential thoughts